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He had been told by his mother to never return but he had not left with the intention of staying away forever. He figured that Jinx needed space, that perhaps his persistence would pay off that she would come around. That he could amend for 'turning his back on them' when as far as he was concerned he hadn't. He had only went to free Bones — failed horribly at it; if the fading scar on his neck was of any consistent indication — to save someone that he cared about. Had it been Jinx he would have done the same thing without hesitation. Bones, as far as Ira was aware, was unreachable to him, lost to her heathen family and he was alone. It wasn't company as a whole that he missed — only specific people. Jinx, for one. And Bones, Sitri even (though this was likely because he missed having someone to kick around). He did not approach the borders of Ouroboros Spine with the specific intent of joining. He had not forgotten Jinx's words to him of not being allowed back in.
Instead Ira closed the distance with the intent only to speak to her ...if she would even see him. Perhaps Jinx would ignore him. Ira reasoned that it was probably going to be the case and that instead he would be met with the unwelcome approach of another — maybe a Spine wolf he knew or maybe one he would not. Regardless he would not budge until he either saw Jinx or a deal of deliverance of a message was met. The Princeling's steps ceased, leaving an acceptable amount of distance between the scent markers and himself. So intent of reconciling, or trying to reconcile with his mother that he didn't notice that her scent did not linger on the borders any longer. Ira lifted his muzzle towards the sky and let out a call for her and then he waited, eluding a rare amount of patience.
Twisting and turning among the trees he made his way heavily towards the boy, the way growing more narrow, and sad with every heavy foot step of his paws. He kept his head bowed, and his red eyes on the horizon, hoping the boy would not attack him in his grief. He did not wish to attack another when he was in the throes of grief and pain.
He made it to the white prince's side and there he stood looking at him and spoke softly She will not come Ira, she cannot Jinx has gone to death's door. then he grew quiet and waited for the anger, or the denial or the sadness one of the three to take precedence.
It did not surprise Ira that it was Sitri who answered his call, despite that it had been specifically for Jinx. The Princeling had not thought that his mother would make it that easy. After all, there was a chance, Ira reasoned, that Jinx was still mad at him. Smarmy smirk tugged at the edges of the pallid Princeling's lips as the heavily scarred Sitri approached. His demeanor was different than Ira remembered but Ira deluded himself into thinking that it was just because Sitri had to deal with him. Ira had a habit of making enemies every where he went and though he had felt something of a skewered kinship with the ugly man before him there had nothing that had been kind in Ira when they had spoken previous — mostly because hardly anything Ira said or did was kind. Ira watched with suspicion at Sitri's bowed head.
Ira, when he watched Sitri stop in his approach and look at him, stood up taller, trying to show that just because Jinx had chased him off did not mean that he stopped being the Princeling. In reality, it did. In Ira's head it was a very different story. his subordinate the other, his breath hitching as he tried to find his lungs in his body.
Ira looked at Sitri — really looked as Sitri's words sunk slowly and painfully into Ira's mind, into his heart. It had not been dread of talking to Ira that had plagued Sitri, the highly intelligent boy could see that now. It had been a dread of telling Ira what had came to pass. Ira's jaw clenched together tightly, painfully tight as his chest heaved with the sobs that wracked his body.
As Ira screamed Sitri kept his eyes downcast and his ears tight ot his head. He didn't even bother to correct him, he let him howl and scream and grieve. It was all he knew how to do. He didn't even know what he could say or what to say, he was not the best choice, yet he had been the only good choice to deliver such terrible news.
Sitri is sorry Princeling. IN his panic and his fear and his wariness, he forgot to use the words that Tyrande had taught him. Forget to put his sentences together correctly, instead they were fragmented and cracked, much like his veneer. He realized he actually felt bad, for the princeling.
Ira was a conflict of emotions — anger, sorrow, grief, disgust, irritation, denial. They swelled within him like a monsoon gaining it's power over the open sea.
Sitri frowned A wolf named Ptarmigan drowned her, she runs us now, but your mother would have died anyway Princeling. She had the wasting disease, the rabies, she was already dying. Granted that did not give anyone the right to take away her life, but perhaps it was a merciful kill at least in Sitri's eyes. Who would want ot live like that going slowly crazy day by day...
Had it been anyone else but Sitri that spoke those words to Ira he would have taken it as a direct threat to his life, however, he garnered that the ugly brute had no indications of killing him — even if he did he could try but Ira had no intentions of dying any time soon. It was obvious to the pallid Princeling that Sitri had not understood that Ira had meant in the place of sympathy and apologizes he would much rather have Jinx ...even though he was pretty sure that Jinx hated him. That didn't deter Ira. She had been the only mother he had ever known, the only mother that he had loved and love didn't just turn off because they had a falling out.
Silver eyes narrowed sharply, cutting in their direction towards Sitri, teeth baring when the scarred man told him that she had been drowned by some woman whose name Ira wasn't even going to try to pronounce.
Sitri's words offered no comfort to Ira. Plotting revenge did offer some sort of tourniquet. Right now, he was simply a child grieving. He could kill, yes, but he was not physically strong enough or trained enough to take a fully grown adult, if his failed attempt to save Bones had been of any true indication. He knew poisons. He knew how to kill slowly, quietly, without a trace, but he needed to hone his body to be a double edged sword, first.
Sitri bowed his head and spoke guttural and harshly, I know very well who she was Ira. I know she was your mother and my queen,, I do not blame you when that day comes. Another wolf Keith, he wishes to unsurp her too, because before your mother died Lecter and she turned the pack over to a female Cara and the male Kaname in their stead. He grew quiet, he would give the boy information and he would stand by as long as the boy did not alert him to his prescence the day it came. If I am still here the day you come to do this, do not alert me to your prescence and I won't have to protect the borders. That was the only words he was going to get, Sitri was not betraying his pack if he didn't see the boy.
Sitri sighed a sad sigh, it was Lecter he missed most of all, for he was the one of the few to show the male kindness. Lecter took his own life to be with his queen and love of his heart.
Sitri sighed Cara and Kaname were put into position before Jinx died. Lecter did it, because Jinx was no longer a part of us mentally. She was far into her own mind and Lecter was dying, so he did what he could. It was after this that the woman Ptarmigan killed our queen. He grew quiet upset that it had happened how it did.
Sitri listened I promised Lecter I would at least try Ira, and by promising him I also promised Jinx ,but I will come with you if it does not work out if the offer still stands?